Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the Old Moon falls
And my mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all.
Another place to hide it all...
And I'm lost behind.
The words I'll never find.
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by...
If I should be short on words,
And long on things to say.
Would you crawl into my world,
And take me worlds away?
Should I be beside myself,
And not even stay.
Such a great and very talented man and icon of the 90s and present, taken. You'll be missed.
Rest in Peace, Chris Cornell. - 5 days ago